Fire blazes on the surface of the moon

Moonlight flickers with oranges and deep reds 

On the wildflowers sprouting around me

At incredible speeds

The stone surface of my altar

Burns with an energy

That could heal the sick

Or end them

An energy created by me

I pluck a dandelion

Still flowering 

A wonderful shade of gold

And place it in my small iron cauldron 

Humming an old song

I sprinkle black salt on top of it

And sway to the rhythm of the earth

 

It holds me

Steady

And unwavering

Grounded 

Like the roots of the strongest trees

As I call the fire of the moon toward me

Her fire blankets my skin

And a warmth I’ve never felt so strong

Envelopes me

The fire becomes me

And I become it

Reaching for destruction…